Sunday, 17 November 2013

it's night again

Half past four in the morning and another Saturday night has come to its end. I took out all the hairpins and my hair was all curly. Half a beer is still standing on my desk from before I left earlier this evening. I am tired and I am cold, and I'll go to bed in a second. But know this, know this: put a good bunch of half naked climbers in a room, and I am in heaven.